This is our Warhammer journey

Chapter 310 Cloth Weeding, My Rice Bowl

Twenty minutes later, at the Cyprus Airport of the Foundry World, the Sage, who was still maintaining the Mechanical Ark, looked at the Foundry Director in front of him with a slightly surprised expression.

"Sir, I am truly surprised that you still maintain this outcome of individual operation."

"The key to the Wings of Dawn, triple encryption."

Foundry Director Fabian Watts raised the mechanical hand crafted from ancient technology; its clean, almost sharp outer shell gleamed coldly under the light.

A disk component, still flashing with data, hovered at his fingertips, stopping precisely in front of the mechanical sage.

"There's information inside. Don't tell me you didn't know those pests were still alive."

The mechanical sage's sensors detected that these components were in an unusually new state.

The casting director possessed many ancient technologies passed down from his mentors that could not be replicated, which meant that successive directors of the casting in Cyprus rarely engaged in unnecessary activities.

However, time inevitably left indelible marks of wear on these components, making the directors of each generation look quite old on the surface, and they often squatted in the isolation chamber.

Looking at the key that still reeked of blood, the dignified mechanical sage shrugged and took it without a second thought. The gears on his mechanical arm turned, and no one knew where the item was eventually sent.

However, such actions actually pleased the casting director.

This is the tenth.

He's still quite popular.

If we exclude the other dozens of sages he killed.

"That's really surprising."

The mechanical sage scanned the contents of the key.

"The Primarch intends to solidify its control over this planet, and our people—"

"Including me, there are fourteen of us. I've already taken care of the rest. Tell your men to kill all those bugs. I only want what I deserve."

"And what about the compensation?"

"future."

"Then you have made an outrageous request—you have squandered Cyprus's centuries-old wealth in just six months."

"But without me, you can forget about owning these things."

The mechanical sage nodded, acknowledging the director's arrogance.

Should I still address you as Director?

he asked.

"of course."

"Ah, then the negotiation is successful."

There was no intention to linger on the matter. The mechanical sage clapped his hands in satisfaction, the metal palms striking each other and sparks flying.

At least his research can continue, so there's no need to worry too much about the rest.

The director's political acumen and vision are terrible; he's like a morbid thinker with a dead brain. But he's more than capable of managing production, so everyone tolerated him in the past.

Under the indifferent expression of the casting director, the sage, whose entire body was covered in mechanical mechanisms, silently merged into the mechanical structure behind him.

That's his boat.

Who knows how many similar mechanisms are on board? These sages, who have been immersed in the art of mechanics for years, always manage to invent all sorts of insane things and bizarre functions.

The casting director sighed and turned to walk toward the bridge of the mechanical ark.

He had completed most of the tasks assigned to him by the adults, and the remaining matters, such as resource allocation, military deployment, and diplomatic strategies, were no longer his concern.

Eliminate dissidents, save your life, be able to continue your research, and bask in the blessings of the Om Messiah.

In the future, the foundry world of Cyprus will no longer exist as a political entity, but will become part of the powerful government of the Dawn Sector.

Click~
Having arrived at the bridge and confirmed that it still belonged to him, the forging director took a deep breath, feeling himself transformed into a new body under the blessing of the primordial power that seemed to create something from nothing, and began to plan the reconstruction of the forging world.

There was no tension, no resentment, only the joy of regaining what was lost.
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"You don't need to come to me in person."

Romulus said without looking up, his quill scratching across the parchment, a mountain of battle reports forming a paper wall before him.

"I hope so."

Karna responded, indicating that he should get back to his work.

Then he picked up a fruit platter, savoring the different sweet flavors while spacing out.

Since signing the "Brain Rental Agreement," the archangel has become increasingly comfortable slacking off.

Romulus's office is located in a secluded area of ​​the starport. As materials are continuously sent to the starport by the space elevator, they are screened and then decisions are made in this office, which selects important matters to be transferred to Dawn.

Choosing to meet here was the right decision, because wherever the archangel comes, he will be a distraction.

Especially when there's a spotlight.

Having taken control of Karna's mind, Romulus then looked at Arthur.

He has finished the battle.

The Knight King was adept at discovering members with sufficient talent, perhaps because his habit of face-to-face meetings allowed him to better understand his warriors, thus freeing him from having to do everything himself.

So it's unclear what Arthur himself was thinking, but his actions certainly attracted a lot of attention among high-ranking officers.

When these two left their combat posts and entered the rear after the war, a solemn atmosphere, a mixture of awe and fascination, would always spread.

From ordinary people doing menial tasks to officials at all levels still in command, everyone would unconsciously put down their important tasks and start looking around.

"The Vigilant Star Front has entered the counter-offensive phase."

Taking the apple from Karna, Arthur straddled the bench across the table, took a bite of the fruit, and spoke.

"The Black Templar's branch fleet has taken control of the outer areas of the Nokmond Sector and, after some debate, has recaptured the 21 planets that were previously lost."

"The fleets on the outer perimeter of the Cardia defense line, led by the Dark Mechanicus and the Iron Warriors, continue their predatory posture, avoiding war and attempting to consolidate resources as much as possible. The warp waves are currently very serious, and we cannot catch them. As long as there is a strong commander, these enemies will be the greatest threat."

"I believe the Imperial Army will be able to gradually drive these enemies out in the future, but I doubt whether they will maintain this posture indefinitely. As it stands, I am certain that the battle lines will remain deadlocked for the next ten years."

Currently, there are a total of three main fleets cooperating with the Dawn Wings in the Misty Starfield.

One force was the Imperial Navy, which had come upon hearing the news. These nobles, who pursued glory, often appeared rather despicable, but they could not deny the other side's desire for war and spirit of sacrifice.

The combined fleets of at least several star sectors look quite intimidating on paper.

One of them was a fleet dispatched by the Forging World, including the Eighth World of the Underworld and Agrippina, which was used to deal with other Forging Worlds. They launched a holy war in the name of 'rectifying the name of the true Om Messiah'. Romulus somewhat underestimated the impact that the ability to materialize souls would have on the worldview of these tech enthusiasts.

It is said that there were even those who temporarily switched sides, shouting, "I can be loyal, I can believe in the real Om Messiah."

Finally, there's our old friend, the Black Templars. They were incredibly excited at the mention of a fight and arrived in their Glory Queen. The remaining forces, including the Independent Chapters and the Merchant Ronin, were fighting independently. Romulus knew these units couldn't be integrated into the Dawnwings' command structure and were essentially left to their own devices, responsible for defending their respective territories.

"I need an army."

Romulus got straight to the point.

"Dark Angels, direct contact, a thousand people will be enough."

The Dark Angels have always been a problem; the Wings of Dawn usually have to deal with these gods in the same way they deal with Chaos.

And only a god can deal with a god.

"no problem."

Arthur nodded, without even asking Romulus's reasons for doing so.

"Azrael?"

"Correct."

"You've caught a sheep to fleece."

Romulus couldn't help but laugh.

"Sheep can withstand being sheared."

Arthur replied.

Azrael practically had his 'I want to be the first person below the Primarch' written all over his face. Arthur, after careful consideration, determined that Azrael wouldn't cause any major trouble, so he supported his pursuit.

Now that Romulus has made a request, we'll do him a favor and let Azriel take more troops.

Let's just consider it a way to satisfy the increasingly arrogant little kitten.

Arthur felt a sense of ease, as if he were rewarding an obedient pet cat with a treat.

Romulus accepted the task without hesitation.

Once Arthur agrees, the handover of his troops will be very easy.

Their years of charade haven't been in vain; they've directly filtered out a bunch of politically naive individuals under both sides who are hostile to their own Primarchs or Legions.

These members were all arranged by the Regent, which directly resulted in the fact that most of the high-ranking members of the three legions under Dawnwing are now people who do not continue the past prejudices.

Although the Primarch's charisma initially forced the various legions together, all four were keenly aware of the problems within these legions.

In their vision, the troops belonging to the Dawn Wings must be modern professional armies that can obey orders, be responsible to the people under the jurisdiction of the entire Dawn Star District government, and abandon past bad habits.

There must never be a situation where changing personnel leads to a loss of control.

Otherwise, whose soldier is he?
Could it be that if other Primarchs join the team in the future, these warriors will become the enemy's private army?
The transmigrators all believed that such a situation should not be allowed to occur, otherwise, who could stand it if Romulus wanted to do something and the Dark Angels and Holy Blood Angels were constantly at odds?
A wolf pack standing there is enough to cause trouble.

"We need to be wary of their command."

Arthur drew attack routes and defensive nodes on the star map.

"indeed."

Romulus began planning logistics and reserves.

Currently, the overall combat situation in the Hazy Starfield is very rigid. The Chaos side has deployed a large number of troops, but has been avoiding battle and relying on the Chaos side's more efficient subspace travel to carry out nomadic harassment.

This kind of play is really shameless. Every time Chaos plunders, the destruction it causes is real and incredibly annoying.

But in fact, such an outcome is perfectly acceptable to the time travelers.

Do you know what the real irony is?

The Primarchs engaged in a detailed conversation, and Garo, who was accompanying the group, asked Delacroix a question.

Ramses rebuilt the Broken Legion. This Primarch, who frequently dealt with psionic forces, desperately needed these members who had faced the Lord of the Fallen Legion directly, and who had proven with their actions that they would never be corrupted.

"of course."

De la Cruz nodded.

He had heard of Garo's deeds, and how he had faced his fallen father on the battlefield of Terra.

To be honest, if he were to face Guilliman alone, de la Cruz doubted he could even lift his sword.

"These corrupt rabble could have done so much more. Their own strength, the Legion's manpower, and the gifts of the Warp had torn many rifts in the real universe."

"However, due to their mutual distrust and hostility, as well as their differing interests and pursuits, they can only temporarily hold together through plunder."

After saying that, De la Cruz couldn't help but shake his head.

He turned to face the two Primarchs who were having a detailed conversation and couldn't help but smile with relief.

"I'll tell you frankly."

He couldn't help but say to Galo.

"If anyone can manage these troops, they will win unprecedented victories for them within days, and we absolutely cannot sit here chatting idly."

The Ultramarines couldn't help but share with their Primarchs the friendship that now belonged to them, their former colleagues from ten thousand years ago.

"Exceptionally gifted, yet also stubborn and self-willed, perhaps the combination of a clear mind and immense strength is destined to be an unrepeatable miracle."

Noticing the involuntary pride on Delacus's face, Garo couldn't help but add another comment.

"That's what happened during the Battle of Terra back then."

"The World Eaters and the Sons of the Emperor are no different from before. As you said, they could have won the war, but they are wild and unruly, and they act on their whims as capriciously as a storm."

Ignoring Delacus's sudden embarrassment, or perhaps pleased to see it, Gara kept talking.

"Sometimes their actions benefit Horus, and sometimes they benefit us."

They stared at each other for a moment.

"Chaos is difficult to control."

"Chaos has always been like this."

While the two guards were still discussing the situation and criticizing Chaos, Romulus had basically come up with a plan.

Once a plan is in place, it's time to implement it. Romulus is always the kind of person who will meticulously work on things once he considers them to be reasonable. He draws on the star map, observes a series of changes, and finally makes a decision.

"We're going to Cardia."

Delacourton felt his job was in jeopardy.

　P.S.: More to come later, I've been too busy lately.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)